I find this really amazing. Of the 30 member states in the National Association of State Radio Networks, only 14 have websites. The Web has been around for 10 years now and has revolutionized almost every aspect of daily life and business. I can’t think of many businesses that don’t have some kind of online presence.
Woof!
On the phone with Land’s End tonight (ordering new pants) when Ripley started barking from the deck. The Land’s End lady says, “You have a Golden Retriever.” Whoa! “We have a Golden,” she explains, “and I recognized the bark. I do that with customers all the time.” Give that lady a biscuit.
Let’s get email accounts
Sometime in the late ’80s, at a managers conference in Colorado (Beaver Creek?), I suggested we all get Compuserve accounts so we could communicate by email. I was hooted from the room (you know who you are). Yesterday our company email server went down and people are roaming the halls (“Can you check email?”). Hey guys, you got phone and fax…what’s the problem?
Jackie Cash
I haven’t seen Jackie Cash in thirty (thirty-five?) years. She was a year behind me in high school and I had a bit of a crush on her. She found her way to a couple of my websites last week:
“…we watched her nephews Everett and Matthew sing about Rudy and then she read every word about KBOA the early days. She really enjoyed it. You have a 20 minute interview with Paul about the radio and it was neat for them to hear his voice and share it with Robin’s children who never knew Mr. Jones. I just thought you’d like to know how you’re reaching people.”
This is, for me, the reason we spend countless hours constructing these websites. In hopes that somebody will find them and find them interesting. (Why has the “letter-in-a-bottle” analogy never occurred to me before?)
As I read Jackie’s email, the image I had of her was the high school girl I knew. And then I realized that she is now in her early fifties and –probably– older than her mother was when we were in high school. I confess to a strange sense of loss that’s hard to explain. My youth, perhaps.
There are no secrets
“There are no secrets, only information you don’t have yet.” A great tag. Adam Curry’s blog.